Several poems 

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the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
throws off all his clothes
and stands there in the
middle of the forest all sexual and
panting with lifeforce
and sex-zeal,
he stands there tugging on his big
beautiful hardon
until he spurts about
20 big sudden hot globs of sloppy gooey cum,
then the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
shakes off
his dick, looks all around.
mountains.
moss.
pine trees bristling like
electric cucumbers,
covered with
fur.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2015)

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there's a hair in my sherbet

"when the alligators of doubt are nibbling at your toes,
then it's time to re-assert your manliness, and take a
good long look at
your dick to make sure it actually looks as good as
you think it does,"
thinks the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
as he
worries and frets
and kinda whimpers, quietly, to himself.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
is standing in front of the
big full-length mirror that is mounted
on the back of his bedroom door,
and he's assuring himself
that he looks good (he does),
assuring himself that his dick looks good (it does),
and
the warm gentle breeze on his butt is making
him feel sexier and sexier by the moment.
"i've got a nice-looking dick,"
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
says to himself, as he watches
his nice big thick dick become erect, sturdy,
hard as a rock,
as he watches himself tug on it gently,
as he watches himself spurt a big
load of cum all over the mirror,
as he watches his left knee quivver just a little
with the after-shock of
excellent orgasm,
as he watches the last little
post-orgasmic droplet of cum
drip quietly from the tip of his great big dick
and land on the shininess of the floor.
"cool," thinks
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy,
"i do got a nice dick, don't i?" as he
looks at it
and at his sweet smile and at
his nice white teeth, too,
as the heady odor of hot cum
quickly expands,
fills up the air
in his hot little room. 

--Carl Miller Daniels (2014)

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the tremors of 1969

"good grief and good god the british are coming
and so am i!" thinks the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
as he spurts cum and spurts cum
and thinks about Beatle Paul McCartney with
that sweet gentle sexy face and that lithe hot young
body. the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy is
lying on his back at this moment,
on top of his bed, all the covers thrown off, and
he is still gripping his hard smooth dick after
just having tugged on it for a while.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy spurts
another gush or two of cum. then he lies
there with his chest and belly glazed with
hot gooey cum, and thinks
of Paul McCartney, imagines Paul McCartney
naked, imagines Paul McCartney here in
this room with him now, imagines that
some of the cum on his own belly
is actually Paul McCartney's cum,
spurted onto him by Paul McCartney
as Paul McCartney stood over him
and spurted cum onto him while
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
was spurting cum onto himself.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
whimpers, sighs, wipes himself
off with an old t-shirt, tosses
it to the floor, and, still
naked, walks over to
the turntable and puts on
ABBEY ROAD.
then the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
stands there listening to the
music,
listening to Paul McCartney's sweet
sexy voice.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
whimpers and sighs,
and
longs and hungers, and,
finally,
he gives up, gets dressed,
and
says "goddamn".
then it's
on with the rest of the
goddamn day.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2013)

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apartment hunting

at night the skunks are digging holes in the garden.
no doubt they're digging for worms, and insect larvae,
which they gobble down eagerly.
the only one who lives in the house which has
that backyard in which the garden is located
is a sexy big-dicked young man named zeke.
zeke is "into" growing his own food. zeke's goal
is to buy next-to-nothing at the grocery store.
zeke wants to grow everything that he eats.
zeke majored in agriculture in college,
but he has a city job behind a desk
reading manuscripts on business practices
in big banks and corporations.
zeke hates this job,
but it's what came along,
and he lives for his garden,
and growing his own food,
which he eats fresh as possible,
and cans, pickles, or freezes, the rest.
zeke doesn't like the skunks rooting
around in his garden, and so has
taken to going out into the garden in the middle
of the night to
encourage any skunks to get the hell out
of his garden. the skunks always
skitter off when zeke appears, but
zeke knows that he's tempting fate,
that one night the skunks are going to stand
their ground, and spray him if
he gets too close.
**
tonight, zeke rushes out of his
house totally naked and half-crazy with booze
and pills and hatred of the myopic little life
that he's made for himself, and
he sees 3 skunks digging in his
garden, between the green bean vines.
"shooo!" says zeke. "get the hell out
of my garden!"
zeke is moving in an awkward, drugged,
and drunk, manner, and his
general coordination level is way down.
he goes staggering toward one of the skunks,
and that skunk turns around, raises
its tail, and sprays a stream
of hideously-scented musk
right onto zeke's naked belly.
zeke staggers backward,
and that skunk, as well as the
other two, wander on away, slowly,
in no hurry,
as if they'd already decided
they might as well leave anyway, on their own.
**
zeke stands there naked in his garden,
emitting the world's foulest scent from
his belly, which is also slightly stinging
from the general toxicity of the skunk's spray.
zeke staggers over to the garden hose,
and begins to spray himself with the cold
water. he stands there spraying himself
and spraying himself and spraying himself,
shivering, drunk, drugged, and ice
cold.
zeke hates his little life, and the cold
water, and the garden, and his own zealousness,
and the skunks, and pretty much
everything about everything.
when he stops spraying himself
with the cold water from the garden
hose, he goes inside and
climbs into the shower and
washes himself about 35 times with
soap and shampoo
and more soap, and more shampoo,
until the aroma that was clinging
to his skin is mostly, almost entirely,
gone. then zeke dries off
and goes to bed and lies
there sexy naked on his back
his big dick hard as a rock
and as he jerks off
he decides
nothing, nothing, absolutely
nothing.
when the cum finally spurts out
of his big throbbing dick,
he leaves it there on
his chest and belly,
and drifts into
the approximation
of sleep,
all his dreams are black
and white,
like print on paper,
or skunk fur,
glowing in moonlight.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2011)